[color=ff0000]"Ugh... Why can't [b]a[/b] woman [b]get[/b] a privete chat with someone [b]in[/b] this town?"[/color] Taraah growled, the tones of her real voice seeping into her tone here and there. The spell had a nasty habit of breaking down when she got agitated. Nope, she could feel the magic unwinding already [color=ff0000]"Oh [b]to Tiamat[/b] with [b]it[/b]!"[/color] Better to control the exposure now before the spell failed completely. She raised her hand in front of her face, moving it down slowly. Where there were slightly glowing, round, amber eyes on the face of Margaret von Eisenberg, now resided the blazing red, slit eyes of a dragon set in an otherwise human face. She looked at Sheena: [color=ff0000][b]"No, you are not mad. Somehow you can see through Polymorph, it's not even some basic illusion spell. Yes I am a dragon. No, I did not come here to plunder and destroy. But I am mighty hungry and I get grouchy on an empty stomach, so if we could end this insanity sometime soon so that I can get three servings of the meatiest dish in this town, that would be greeeeeat. We can figure out what is wrong with your eyes later."[/b][/color] [@RedPandaGamer] She then looked at the mist islander directly: [color=ff0000][b]"Unless some brave idiot cannot wait until after dinner, and wants me to send them running home like the last twenty that felt like they had something to prove, even before breakfast is up."[/b][/color] [@Kumbaris] She touched the ruby on her necklace and whispered something barely audible, her eyes and voice returning to normal, and continued without giving a pause for anyone to answer: [color=ff0000]"No? Good. We can continue where we left off once we had a civilized meal."[/color] With that she returned to the table, hollering in hopes the owner, whoever they were, would hear: [color=ff0000]"I'll have one of everything, please."[/color] Before tossing a bag in the table in front of her, a bit of gold and a gemstone spilling from it as an argument to make the order quick. [@Goldeagle1221]